The Love of Rainbows

The Love of Rainbows

Chapter 1

Today.. Was a good day. I woke up at 5:30 AM for my daily routine. Shower for school, head out to my bus-stop at 6:40 AM, get picked up, listen to my music and ignore all the idiots that reside on my bus, dropped off at school, go to all my classes, leave school and get home -- repeating the morning process, just in the afternoon -- to go on my computer.

Over a March break I became, what the internet refers to as, ‘A Brony’. A guy who likes, or loves, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. The show is amazing. After the first episode I was enthralled and fell in love! It really popped out at me. All the characters. Twilight Sparkle, AppleJack, Fluttershy, Rarity, Spike, Pinkie Pie -- who I clearly think is insane and a slightly crazy bitch -- and the best of all.. Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash is my character. I love her. How extroverted she is, how wild and free she can be, how much loyalty she shows and how much she just loves… Showing off. I enjoy it. She reminds me of me. I like to show off a bit and try to be a top-of-the-line friend for everyone. I really do care about all my friends. I don’t care if they know I’m a Brony or not. I just love doing what I do.

Well, today is Tuesday, April 9th, 2012. I got home and did what I usually did: got on the computer and read some Fan-Fictions along with looking at a lot of Brony/Pegasister memes -- Pegasister being the female version of a Brony -- along with talking to other Bronies.

Unfortunately it’s a weekday, which means, I have to go to bed. As the clock struck 10 PM I grew tired and saddened. I don’t like heading off to bed when I’m enriched with happiness and joy. I do dream about My Little Pony, though. I don’t care if that seems weird, or not, it gets me to sleep. I mean.. I do take pills to over-come how sleep deprived I used to be and how I use to be an emotional wreck. I wasn’t always this happy.

I use to want to kill myself. I found myself .. Useless. A waste of space. I felt I wasn’t needed and that the world wouldn’t recognize if I was gone or not. I was proved wrong when a friend called the police to help me. I’m glad that happened. It really changed me. The Brony community helps a lot too. I enjoy having the cheery guys and gals around me. It brings a smile to my face.

As I went to sleep that night I was warmly tucked in and the temperature of the room was a little chilly, not unusual, I like it like this; kind of like the ‘cool side of the pillow’. My alarm was set for 5:30 and I drifted off asleep. To the land of the ponies again.

My dreams are usually the same: just some random adventure I have with my favourite Pegasus: Rainbow Dash. We learn lessons about friendship and tell Princess Celestia about it all. But all good things come to an end as my alarm clock blared its loud, air-raid like, horn.

I woke up, smacked the stupid button on it, and rubbed my eyes. I looked around and saw that it was darker than normal in my room. The alarm is usually illuminating it beyond belief but now it wasn’t. And usually the light, from the recent daylight savings time, helps illuminate my room. It smelled odd, too. I mean it doesn’t smell of its usual candy-filled sweetness. Got to love candy. It smelled of sap and cat fur. I stood up in my Peter Griffon pyjama’s -- I love Family Guy, too -- and felt moist grass under the soles of my feet.

“Grass..?” I said to myself looking down at the grassy ground.

This is strange. I’ve never seen this happen. Was it still a dream? I really don’t know what’s going on.

“Mom…? Dad…? Micheal?” I called out to my family, hoping for an answer, and all I get was a call from birds. And a growl of a large lion behind me.

I turned and saw to my horror a large lion-scorpion cross of a beast. A Manticore.

“I.. I… Uhmm..” I slowly backed up, worried, for that it might eat me or something.

It hissed and growl, crushing my bed, moving forward.

“Nice.. Kitty.. I.. Uhmm..” As I spoke, it roared, and swatted its large scorpion tail to my side, smacking me towards a tree and my foot broke the impact. Breaking my ankle.

“OW! FUCK!!” I yelled and whimpered.

The Manticore drew closer. This wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare.

“Please! I’m sorry! What did I do?! Just.. Let me leave! PLEASE!” I yelled and pleaded the Manticore. It stared and sniffed me.

“I’ll leave! Just.. Let me leave. I won’t come back. I’m sorry…” I whimpered, some more, and was looking it in the eyes now.

Finally, it understood, the Manticore pointed to the exit of its home; to a large grassy outcrop. I slowly stood up, leaning against the tree, and hopped forward to the outcrop. The Manticore watched me for at least 10 minutes until I exited the area. I fell on a yellow-gravel pathway.

“Ow… My.. Ankle..” I cried lightly. This was the most pain I’ve ever felt. I never broke a bone in my life.

“Someone… Please.. Help…” I whimpered out to the air. It responded with a grassy wind and whistled lightly.

“Please!” I yelled out. The yelling vibrated my bones and made the pain worse. Tears were dripping down my pyjama top. The blood slowly seeped out of the small open wound on the broken point of my ankle.

I removed my sock, very slowly and gently, to look at the injury. The bone was out of place. Didn’t seem like it was fractured. One small hit of it and it might go back to its original position. Or worse.

I loved biology but, this was too much, I don’t know how to start to re-align a ligament or a bone. I’ve only read about it. I couldn’t take the chance. So I collapsed and tried to sleep it off. Hoping someone might come to help me.